I fought fire with fire. When the smoke cleared, you were gone.
Inside, I seethe and smolder and ooze over the mold of "perfect daughter," a prodigy you never cared to shape.
You carved hollow a hole in my heart; I stomped on the cooling embers until they ceased to glow. My feet were blistered but I learned to stand again - on my own.
I am only a child.
Through the glass, a woman glares back at me. She has your eyes, your lips, and your nose.
I shatter your image into fragmented ruins and piece myself together again.